The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:46pm
EYE get to see
The Sun rise
through M(EYE) New
Faux Lash
It’s not up yet
EYE will put the coffee water
on
— There — at 7:50am
flutter, flutter
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:00pm
Hail Synthetic Lash!
I Am The Proud Owner
Of One Hundred Dollars Worth
Of False Eye Lashes
To Bat
At Whomever I Choose!
The Hawk Kitchen 10:42am
EYE AM
BACK TO M(EYE)
LIFE GLASS
where the water seems colder
&
EYE AM
HIGHER
The Hawk Window Seat 1:30am
I let The Moonlight
in along the floor
& across My Seat
where the toilet sat
& across My Bed
where I dreamt
of a depression of sun
on My Forearm
belonging to someone
else*
*Karen King
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm
I have retired
My Sacred “Life” Glass
into the Styrofoam packing case
housing the arrival
of My New Concept 2 Twenty Million Metre
ceramic coffee mug
from which I am about
to take
My First Drink:
EYE DID IT!
TWICE!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:55pm
Last Night My Eliza
cooked fish chowder
corn bread and a Waldorf Salad
— She makes Smoothies too —
out of pumpkin or beet juice
& I drink Them down
because of Their Colours
I eat Her Frozen Chocolate Mousse
for My Lunch just because
She says It’s not even
A Real Mousse
The Hawk Dining Room 10:11am
Oh My God
The Silver On The Ocean
Is Divine
The Sun Spreads Through The Clouds
& Hits The Water’s Sway
Pulling Me
To The Day I Was Hit
With My Glorious Silver Heights
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm
Once there was a little girl
who wondered why the sky was blue
she asked her mommy who knew not how
and watched her mommy die
Down From Her Mother’s Ceiling Came
The Shower Of Silver Lights — The Little Girl
Grew Big Beneath The Silver Swords
& Vowed To Have Her Worth Be Told —
She Told Her Doctor On Her Day
Of 22 Years Ago — And Now
We Know The World Will Say
AHA!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:22pm
I have made My Star Man
in My Mind —
I have laid Him out flat
on the surface of My Dishwasher
Counter Top — I have crumpled
His Head with be-jewelled fingers
I have secured His Limbs
with The Iron of My Blood —
He sits with Me now
in My Kitchen — where no one
but Me
can see
Joanna Gilman Hyde 